The day the war was over, so the story goes you could hear the churchbells ring hear the laughter but with hope and glory, lingers memories in the dark a girl would dance with her shadows First she lose her father in the burning debris sorrow took her mother so castly so she was brought up in a house of strangers Many years went by so her torment grew a place where children mustn't cry not a soul to talk too she created her friends through a roomlit view hand in hand but never shy, the silent few Locked in a room the walls were closing in it shocked her system from within so she lies staring at the images inside